Dinner With The Gulls

“Come boys, have dinner”,
He said holding up bread.by José Luis Sebastiá Benito on 500px
“Those arn’t boys,
They’re gulls” punningly, I said.

A hundred squealing birds
Filled the damp salty air
Hovering like helicopters,
Almost touching our hair.

Caught up in the energy,
As they ate from his hand,
He offered all he had,
As they squawked their demand.

Then the bread was gone,
And we stepped from the dock.
The gulls settled once more,
On bench, post and rock.

Author: Ktdid